Chapter 3: Friendship Sucks

The day after what would be called "The Big Knock-out", I was eating lunch at my table. Alone, just the way I like it. But then, I heard a feminine voice from behind me.

"Hey, George!"

Oh no.

Oh fuck no.

I turned around to see a brunette girl in big, circular glasses, "Hey, Savvy."

Savvy Albin, my "friend from oh so long ago", we were in the same orphanage together. She's the one who invented and named "Blade Mechanical"… at 4 years old.

To my contempt, she sat next to me. "So, what has the adorable Georgy-poo been doing these past twelve years? ;D"

"Okay, first of all, my name isn't George! That's a meaningless name that was thrown out to me for no reason!"

"Oh? What should I call you then?"

"X, my full name is X."

She then pouted, "Well that's no fun, and how does anyone ship you then?"

"God dammit, you really haven't changed a bit, have you!?"

(One thing of note, she has a tendency to reference romance fanfiction. Ugh.)

"Well your one to talk, who's the one who said Blade Mechanical was an impractical weapon?"

"I-I got used to it, okay? That's all."

She smiled sweetly, "You say that, but your blushing face says otherwise."

I face-palmed, "No, not again, not when I'm almost an adult." When we were children, she would always tease me about my introverted personality. She said that my cold exterior was just a defense for the innocent child inside. For some reason, I felt the need to prove her wrong. I started training myself from an early age to fight, and eventually discovered a natural talent for it. At only 7 years old, I unlocked my Aura and Semblance for the first time, but that's another story. After watching me, Savvy built her first of many inventions, Blade Mechanical. She then gave it to me.

Savvy looked at Blade Mechanical, "Wow, you even had it resized. Heh, you're so sentimental, X! You're just like a romantic OC!"

"What the hell are you talking about!? Besides, everyone else seems to agree that I'm the most terrifying student to transfer here."

"Well, yeah," she said, as she took a closer look at Blade Mechanical, "you did launch that poor girl into a wall."

I remembered the events of the last day, the sheer power of it. "Yeah, I'm still impressed with myself over that."

She wasn't paying attention at this point, still looking at her first invention, "Looking at it now, it's a wonder you're able to use it, let alone master."

"Well, it's probably because of my Semblance." I said, letting a bit of pride into my voice.

"What is it, by the way?"

"Hm?"

"Your Semblance."

"Reflex control, I can manually alter how fast my reflexes are."

"Oh, that would help."

I suppose a bit of explanation as to what my weapon actually is would help. Basically, the weapon known as Blade Mechanical is composed of two arm bracers, two six-inch grips that can extend into full foot-long hilts, two straight double-edged foot-long blades, and four spring-loaded holsters and sheathes that can shoot them out of my sleeves at will. What does all this amount to? Well there three Mechanicals (Modes) and one secret, last resort Mechanical, which forces me to use three fighting styles.

#0: Secret Mechanical: A mid-ranged attack that's non-applicable to normal circumstances; for use in desperate situations.

#1: Sleeves Mechanical: The blades come out of my sleeves, but are still attached to the bracers; for use with quick, light jabbing attacks.

#2: Knives Mechanical: Both blades and grips shoot from the bracers, and can attach to one another using magnets and clips that secure them; for use with fast-paced slashing attacks.

#3: Sword Mechanical: One blade detaches from its grip, and the grip goes back into its holster. The bottom of each blade is hollowed out to allow the point of the other to attach and form one uniform, two foot long blade. Meanwhile, the grip extends both vertically and horizontally to become a foot-long hilt, completing the sword; for use with traditional sword-fighting techniques.

With all this being said, there's one major flaw with Blade Mechanical, there's no dependable ranged attack. This means that if my enemy has a gun, I have two options: 1. I close the distance between us before they have a chance to use it, or 2. I turn my reflexes off and let my Aura take a beating while I steal their ammo.

As you can imagine, I almost always choose 1.

"So anyways, Savvy, what are you doing here?"

She raised an eyebrow, "Can't you tell?"

She then pointed out her school uniform to me, "y-YOU BECAME A HUNTRESS!?"

"Yup, I'm the leader of team SMRS! Fitting, right?"

"Team 'Smores', huh? Well you're definitely chubby enough for it."

She blushed.

"Hah, I got her."

"You're so mean, X!" she said, still blushing brightly.

The bell rang, "I'll get you back next time, jerk!" she said, as she smiled mischievously.

"I really hope this doesn't end up like one of her terribly written stories," I thought, as she ran to her team, "Love, in real life, is an unhealthy addiction."